Teen Identity Poems

I stand proud with pride...

exuding suave debonair air 
plus head and shoulders taller
(than the empire state building -
hey what's a little hyperbole, eh?)
since September eleventh
two...

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Truly those days were fun,
Little children playing each,
With a fine decorated toy gun,
Life was serious yet catchy;
And we were easily convinced
‘ Sit back, I will...

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To go out with friends
Without having a care in the world
To find people
who just get me
And accept me the way I am
To be good at...

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It’s 6:15pm. Peter, Anna, Sophy and I are studying in the common room of our suite.

“We need to get serious,” Peter whispered, but there was...

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After a period of self-assessment,
I’m trying to be a better person.

I want to be more patient, not just ferociously busy.
I want to practice gratefulness, be...

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B.T.S
Before
Turning
Seventeen
Thought that being a teenager was the life
On top of the freakin world
Nothin can stop me
The seat of the throne
Social hierarchy is the one and...

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(a poem in 2 Senryus)

We carefully choose
bits of our lives that we then
weave into stories.

Like birds building nests, 
making the safe places that
keep and define...

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I envy the stylish model
her styrofoam perfect breasts
those legs that never need shaving
the sweet smile that needs no rest
the hair that’s always behaving
the pose that...

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One benefit of being my friend
is gaining access to my near encyclopedic 
knowledge of cartoon shows....

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Youth is a time of great optimism,
when energy in boundless supply flows,
and strong, unyielding viewpoints produce schism,
'tween parent and teen o'er what each one knows.
Should...

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The force of desire
stalks the very boundary 
of my confidence.

In simple wanting
do I trespass on taboo?
How will I then learn?

Even in fantasy 
my corrosive self-distrust
twists...

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She couldn’t see her pretty
When she peered into the mirror
Dark mascara, sad face 
in the corner of her eye a tear


Her heart undiscovered 
For her...

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A polaroid, in
my drawer, under the junk
- a memory found.

Wow, I miss fun, it's
like there was another life
- a past life shared.

Remember parties?
Sweaty dancing then...

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It’s in quiet
moments of thought that we create
our identities....

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Distrusted compliments
- screech like fingernails across
a schoolroom chalkboard.

No marked card - dealt from 
the bottom of the deck - will
ever unlock my heart.

Avoid the overt
-...

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